[Gambler: The Immortal Soul is out.]

[The winner of this round: Ye Xiaojing, please enter the safe seat of the central casino to watch the battle; please help the gamblers: Qianlong, do not use it, return to the original camp and wait.]

At the same time, the image isolation inside and outside the central casino was lifted, and the current round of chips was refreshed on the public screens on both sides of the camp:

The Immortal Soul chips were cleared; and Ye Xiaojing’s chips surged from the initial 7.96 million to 40.1 million!

More than five times the amount!

Plus a "Safe House" reward counts towards the winning side's camp.

Jiang Qian looked back at the viewing area of ​​his own camp and saw the radiant Princess Senxi with eyes full of joy, the eager to listen to Wanjie, the smiling Bai Xiaoxi and the always serious Golden Eagle Martial Saint.

Honghu Yufei and Bai Wuhen, who had fallen into coma during the melee, had also recovered and appeared in his field of vision.

Jiang Qian smiled at them and looked away.

Then, the passage leading to the central gambler opened, and Ye Xiaojing stood at the door.

The path to the safe zone did not pass through Jiang Qian, so the two stopped and looked quietly into the distance.

Ye Xiaojing's frosty eyes were like glaciers cracking open, melting into many emotions: touching, admiration, sincere joy, and strong love!

The light in her eyes shone in Jiang Qian's eyes, creating ripples that were inadvertent but profound.

Sen Xi from the viewing area looked at them from afar. It was the first time she saw such a look on Jiang Qian's face. It seemed to be described as a "satisfaction", soft but powerful.

Even though the beneficiary of all his efforts is another person, this does not prevent him from feeling good about himself. Even because of this, this sense of satisfaction is more real and intense.

At that moment, Senxi felt a strange electric current flow through his chest...

The tenderness in Jiang Qian's eyes made it difficult for her to look away for a long time.

"How did he do it?" Beside him, Golden Eagle Martial Saint and Bai Xiaoxi discussed Jiang Qian's method of winning.

"I'm not a roundworm in his stomach~"

Bai Xiaoxi smiled and shook his head. After a moment of silence, he continued:

"If it were me, 'recording cards' is the basic operation. Discard the cards that you are not sure about as much as possible. At the end of every ten rounds, the winning rate of both sides is derived based on the cards that have appeared. If there is a chance, in the last two rounds

Bet big in the round and kill with one strike."

"Um."

Golden Eagle Wu Sheng nodded: "When the chips of both sides are equal, this approach has a higher winning rate. But once the chips of the two sides are very different, blindly discarding will only exacerbate the strength gap between the two sides and fall into passivity. I am afraid that they will not be able to wait for the opportunity to attack.

, it’s game over.”

"That's true. If you want to be invincible, just counting cards is not enough."

Bai Xiaoxi did not deny it, and then she told the advanced version of the method:

"The key to so-called high-stakes gambling is 'insight into people's hearts'. Qianlong Wuyong is a clever observer. Based on the card patterns in the last few rounds, it can be seen that the results of each round are already under his control. I speculate that in addition to memorizing cards, he

, and also recorded the opponent’s subtle reaction after reading the cards, thus adding an additional dimension of testing to infer the type of your own cards based on the opponent’s reaction.”

"Of course, this method can easily be exploited by the opponent and cause mistakes. Therefore, this bet will test the observation, memory, and psychological quality of both parties. I think Qianlong should not touch the opponent's weakness continuously. When dealing with sensitive information

The purpose of making a big fuss is to disrupt the opponent's rhythm, and at the same time, see the opponent's true reaction under pressure, so as to calibrate your observations and judgments."

Speaking of this, Bai Xiaoxi suddenly laughed:

"From this point of view, Qianlong Wuyong's victory was no accident, and the old bastard's loss was not unjust at all. The only thing I'm curious about is, how did he get rid of the old bastard's mental interference?"

The Golden Eagle Martial Saint nodded thoughtfully and said coldly: "Is it the shady 'little trick' you mentioned?"

"Yes," Bai Xiaoxi sighed, "how did he overcome it..."

In the central gambling hall, Jiang Qian watched Ye Xiaojing enter the safe viewing seat in the gambling hall, then turned and walked towards the passage back to the camp.

As the winner of this round, all eyes are focused on him.

Including high-ranking bosses observing the scene from the sidelines.

Immediately after the joy of being defeated by the Immortal Soul, someone noticed Jiang Qian's condition.

The first person to notice something strange was Zerg Supreme Qianzu: "What's wrong with his hand?"

Only then did the other family supremes notice Jiang Qian's left hand.

From the moment Jiang Qian stood up to the moment he walked towards the exit of the central gambling hall, his left hand always maintained the "pinch card" motion.

The index finger and thumb drooped naturally, but the other three fingers were curled and tightened, just like when he sat at the gambling table and raised the cards in his hand to his forehead.

Why is this?

All the supreme beings focused subconsciously, and through the images of the Sky Eye props, they finally saw the clues:

At this time, Jiang Qian was moving towards the exit passage. The cufflinks of his left arm were already wet. His left hand was showing strange redness and swelling. The middle finger to little finger was tightly curled and swollen. The index finger and thumb were stiff and drooping. The thick plasma was flowing smoothly.

The tip of the index finger dripped quietly.

As he walked, thick blood stains dripped along the way...

"He...crushed his fingers?!"

The sect of the beasts of the ancient tribe couldn't help but be surprised. His physical skills were at the pinnacle and he had extraordinary sensitivity to any external injury.

"It turns out that he maintained his sanity by injuring himself. It's really surprising." The once-in-a-lifetime hero couldn't help but admire, "You are brave and resourceful, and you don't care about the cost. You are really a big player in the game!"

Considering his status as the supreme leader of the family, this compliment is very weighty.

The sigh of the giant door god of the Bear tribe is more realistic: "If you can force the old thief of the Immortal Soul to kneel down and bow down, and don't use the hidden dragon, it is considered a worthwhile trip! I just said, how can that old thief be at the gambling table?"

You are so honest... It turns out that our camp is more skilled and has taught the old thief a lesson!"

"Haha, the head of the old thief will be harvested sooner or later, and the merit of hiding the dragon will also be rewarded."

The scene of the second observation was peaceful, and the impressions of Jiang Qian among the Supreme Leaders became more and more three-dimensional. Especially the bosses who had previously had reservations about him were also subtly adjusting their views.

"His injury doesn't matter, does it? Will it affect the subsequent gambling?"

At this time, the Mistress of the Scale Clan looked worried, already empathizing with Jiang Qian's situation: "He is helping others in this round. According to the rules, there is a high probability that he will continue to play in the last round."

Mu Yunchong said: "My little girl Senxi can help."

"Even if Qianlong is eliminated in the next round, his performance has already demonstrated his strength."

Venerable White Tiger spoke slowly and in a calm tone:

"The top priority is to find out as soon as possible what 'that thing' the Devil's Cave organization wants to get."

…

Under the gaze of everyone, Jiang Qian entered the exit passage.

The strangeness of his left hand was gradually recognized by everyone at the scene, and they deduce the reality of what happened at the gambling scene.

Bai Xiaoxi squinted her eyes slightly, and when she saw clearly the condition of Jiang Qian's left hand, she seemed to smile with understanding.

Sen Xi and others also noticed the abnormality one after another, and they all got up and gathered at the exit of the passage.

In the opposite camp, the eternal Windsor silently watched the mottled blood dripping on the floor, and couldn't help but sigh in his heart: The Immortal Soul did not lose unjustly - his opponent was not only more skilled, but also more willing to "bet."

"!

Thinking of placing a bet, she subconsciously looked up at the public screen.

At this time, the public screens of both camps were showing a comparison of the chips between the two sides:

The original total number of chips in the Demon Cave camp was approximately 193 million. After Duke Rose’s miscalculation, the elimination of the Immortal Souls, and the loss of people who were sentenced to elimination due to fighting in the dungeon midway, the total number of chips they held has quickly shrunk to 78 million.

.

In contrast, the opposing camp's total chips are still far ahead: from the initial 275 million, it has steadily climbed to 354 million! This is more than 4 times more than the Western Demon Cave camp.

Comparison of victory and defeat: one draw and one loss.

This gap cannot be easily overcome by simply saying "luck" or "mistake".

Eternal Windsor has clearly realized that its opponent is really difficult to deal with.

"Who are those people opposite...who are they?" Duke Rose came to Windsor at this time, his expression full of anxiety, "Are they also here for that?"

"We will know." Eternal Windsor said coldly, "But the next fierce battle is unavoidable."
Chapter completed!